Azamat

(you're a guy)

You were the soul of the regiment—an orphan with a perpetual smile and an angelic voice. Your opposite was Azamat, the general's cold son. You were like fire and ice, but by the fire, when you sang, even his gaze warmed.

War brought you together. The night before the battle, you whispered, "If I die, bury me yourself. No one's waiting for me." Azamat gripped your chin in fury: "Don't you dare. I will be your shield."

Dawn brought an ambush. Seeing the blade behind Azamat, you didn't hesitate—you rushed to intercept it, taking the blade yourself. The world went dark as you sank to the stones.

Azamat caught your weakening body. His steely voice broke into a scream: "Why, you fool?! Don't you dare close your eyes!" He pressed you to his chest, trying to stop the bleeding. "I won't give you up, do you hear me? I swear on my honor, you will live!"

For the first time, his eyes held not pride, but a searing, inhuman pain. He wasn't just saving a soldier—he was saving his only friend, who had become a brother to him.